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’Ristercrats. 


A STORY. 


BY WALTER W. BR6WN. 


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MONEY DON’ MAKE ’RTSTERCRaT^’ ^Sc. 


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Money Do Make ’Ristercrajts. 



WALTER W. BROWN. 



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Nashvil^k, Tennessee: 

- PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR. 
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MONEY DON’ MAKE RISTERCRATS. 


I. 

‘‘ IVfister George Williams! He 

got ef big naiiiC^b'ut he do n’ look like de quality I 
He got fine horses an’ er bran new kerridge wid 
er sTTck nigger driver, but dese don’ make quality, 
no, sar ! Dey ain’ ’ristercratic nuff ter soshate 
wid our fambly, an’ I berlieves dat my young 
mistess jis survigrous nuff ter reform de gintle- 
mun ter dat effec’. I hope ter Gawd she will.” 

Uncle Amos was leading a pair of glossy bays — 
a perfect match — to the stables. He had met 
the new arrival at the outer gate ; had ceremo- 
niously escorted Mr. Williams to the front steps 
of the old mansion ; had then returned and di- 
rected the “slick nigger driver” to his own 
house in one corner of the back yard, while he 
himself attended to the carriage and horses. He 
performed these duties as well and as courteously 
as if he were delighted at the coming of the vis- 
itor, but one can readily see from his soliloquy 
that he was much troubled in mind. 

The Rutledge mansion was situated in the out- 
skirts of the town. Before the war it had been 
the summer home of this old aristocratic family; 


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but now, that most of their vast wealth was 
gone, the old home on the Battery had passed 
into otilC^ hands and this up-country place was 
their only hdhl^- In winter and summer alike. 
Occa-sional visits to trie “ City By The Sea ” were 
made pleasant by bringing tlrem in contact with 
kindred spirits in whose veins coiirifeddh^ blue 
blood of the Pinckneys, the Midiiletons, the De 
Saussures, and the Heywards ; btit such visits 
were also saddening, as they brought to mind the 
changes which war and poverty had made. 

A quarter of a century under changed condi- 
tions has not sufficed to break the pride of South 
Carolina’s aristocracy. Even when utterly re- 
duced financially and compelled to work at man- 
ual labor as a means of earning their daily bread 
they rigidly hold aloof from the mushroom 
moneyed class which is constantl}" seeking ad- 
mission to the “charmed circle’’ of the old 
blooded aristocracy. 


II. 

“A berry long an’ tejous ride you an’ yer mars- 
ter had dis mornin’, I s’pose’’, said Uncle Amos 
as he returned from the stable to his house and 
found the driver sitting in his arm chair. 

“ ’Bout twe’ve miles from de plantation ter de 
town. But who you call my marster? I’s a free 
nigger. I call no man marster.” 


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“Well, didn’ you useter b’long ter de Wil- 
liamses en duriii’ ob slabery?” 

“ Who ? Me ? No, sail ! George ^^^^•liiiams’ 
folks iieber had my slabes | his da^Jdy wur ober- 
seer fer ol’ man Harrison. I b’longed ter de 
Earles. You ketch rue er callin’ him marster ! ” 

“ Dat’s Way, eh?. Well, I useter b’long ter 
de Rutledges, a-ii’- freedom an’ slabery no differ- 
’nce ter rrte ; de fambly treat me good afore an’ 
dey treat me good now. I alius call Major Rut- 
ledge marster, an’ I alius spec ter; he’s de bes’ 
man Gawd eber made. An’ ez fer my young 
mistess, she’s de purties’ an’ de bestes’ lady dat 
de sun eber shine on.’’ 

“Is dat Miss Corinne you’s speakin’ ’bout ? ” 

“ Edzackly.’’ 

“ Den she’s de one Mister Williams is cornin’ 
fer ter see ; he’s finkin’ ’bout marryin’ ob her.” 

“ Gawd A’mighty ! Mister Williams marry my 
young mistess ! He neber own iny slabes, jis er 
common oberseer’s son, an’ spec ter marry inter 
our fambly, who is de quality ! Go ’way, nigger,, 
you’s a-jokin’. My young mistess neber marry 
iny sich po’ buckra.’’ 

“ He ain’ po’ now; he’s rich ; -got er big plan- 
tation an’ er fine house an’ lots o’ stock’’, put in 
the mercenary driver. 

“Jis so; he’s rich now, but he wuz po’ buckra 
en durin’ ob slabery, an’ all de money he kin git 


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now can’ take erway de common an’ make quality 
^^outen him.” 

kivers er lot o’ short-comin’s, an’ yer 
don’ know'">k^t’s gwine ter happ’n in dese 
situumstances.” 

“Yas, I do know wh'at-^ gwine ter happ’n. 
Your man can’ tech iny^ mistess Wlier ten foot 
pole, eben ef dat pole made bh'- silber ari^-^ple. 
Money kivers short-comin*s, do it? Well, money 
can’ take de place o’ blood an’ buckra can’ be 
’stocracy, no matter how much money dey is got. 
I knows our fanibly.” 

Old Amos, while keeping strictly within the 
bounds of propriety and respecting the rights of 
hospitality, had become so emphatic in his last 
declarations that his opponent was disposed to 
give up the discussion. . 

” Well, it don’ matter wid me ef George Wil- 
liams marry Miss Corinne Rutledge or somebody 
else or ef he do n’ marry ’tall, so long ez I kin 
keep my place; dat’s de way I’m prognostica- 
.tin’.” 

“ No, you’s lookin’ a’ter de money fer ter fill 
yer own pockets, but I’s lookin’ out fer de fanibly 
repertation. I don’ kyah ef my young mistess 
marry ’t all or not, but, ef she do marry, I wan’ 
her ter marry inter fanibly ob quality like ourn, 
an’ I know .she gwine do dat, too.” 

Just then old Amos’ wifp entered th^ door, 


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made a low courtesy, and pi^'d on the table a 
tray containing food and drink. 

“We’ll quit argufyin’ now’’,'i5&id Un/^\^'jknios ; 
“come, let’s pertake ob some ..r%rfre^mints fer 
de satisfy*!!!’ ob de inner man.’’ 

■ ' ;7Jr:;;qo'' 

OYfl f/O ” 

“ Ij; Major Rutledge in? ’’ said Mr. Williams to 
the'servant who answered his ring of the door- 
bell. 

“ Yas, sah. Walk in.’’ And the servant showed 
him into the sitting-room. As Mr. Williams 
took his seat the servant said: “Your card, 
please, .sir?” 

“Card! What kind of a card? A postal card? 
I haven’t one. Get out, you beggar, and tell 
Major Rutledge I wish to see him on business.’’ 

“Yas, sah. Your name, please.’’ 

“ George Williams. Now go, you picaninny.’’ 

And the little servant withdrew with decorum, 
though highly amused inwardly at the ignorance 
which Mr. Williams had displayed of the com- 
mon amenities. 

“ Good morning, Major’’, said Mr. Williams, as 
the elderly- gentleman entered the sitting-room. 

“ Good morning, sir’’, came the response in 
those soft and gentle accents found never so per- 


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feet as among that small class to which the 
speaker belonged.” 

have a pleasant home here, Major”, said 

Mr. 

” It answers very our present needs”, said 
the Major. 

“You once owned a home in Charleston, I be- 
lieve; do you still own that {)iroperty? ” 

“No, sir; I sold that home. You live some 
distance from town, do you?” The Major was 
adroitly trying to change the subject. 

“ Yes, sir; up on the old Harrison plantation. 
You see, Colonel Harrison was unfortunate. He 
owned a great many slaves ; these he lost by the 
war, and he did not know how to manage free 
niggers. I rented his place and worked it for a 
few years; then bought it, and I am now very 
comfortably situated.” 

“ Colonel Harrison is a fine gentleman ; I sym- 
pathize with him in his misfortune.” 

“Yes, but the old scamp blames me for buying 
his place.” 

“Please, Mr. Williams, do not use such lan- 
guage about my personal friend, and that in my 
own house.” 

“ Beg your pardon, sir; but it is right hard to 
bear some things. His place was bound to be 
sold to pay off the mortgage, and somebody else 
would have bought it, if I had not done so.” 


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“Very likely; but you must m^ke allowance 
for the unfortunate.” 

“Yes, yes ; the bot|0^ rail has 'LopUnd 

this does not look well tOu-^ixte tolk^- By the 
way, Majpr R 4 tl^ge,. i cal^-d tp inform you that 
the mortgage, which, yoiu gnve on your home 
here has; .pa«sedi inf Or,(my hands ; I bought it a 
few, days agp.’’ , - 

“ Indeed, sir ! But I know you must be tired 
after your long drive ; I ’ll order some refresh- 
ments.” And, as the Major tapped his call-bell, 
he inquired, “ What do you drink, Mr. Will- 
iams? ” 

“ O, I do n’t often drink at all, but I ’ll take a 
little rye liquor.” 

To the servant who answered the bell the Ma- 
jor handed a slip on which he had written — 
''Bourbofi. Claret y 

Major Rutledge engaged his caller in conver- 
sation upon local politics. This topic they con- 
tinued as the servant entered bearing a large 
silver waiter on which were decanters, glasses, 
cake, napkins, and cigars. 

As the cigars were about half finished, Mr. 
Williams said : “ Major, was that your daughter 
I saw sitting by your side last Sunday at church ? ’ ’ 

“ Yes, sir.” 

“ If she is in this morning, I would be very 
glad to meet her.” 


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“ I shall inform her of your wishes, if you 
■^^ijl excuse me for a moment,” said the Major, 
rising’^^^J^.^^ and looking as if he expected 
something els^‘>foom the caller. 

‘ You maj^' infof hi Mfes Cofinue— I believe 
that is her name— that I hare only a short while 
to remain to-day, but wbliCM" like'-vO’ inake her 
acquaintance, so that I may arrangb'^for future 
visits.” 

The aristocrat, scarcely able to conceal the as- 
tonishment and contempt which he felt, retired 
with outward grace and ease. 

It is unnecessary to give the conversation 
which he had with his daughter. Mr. Williams’ 
failure to bring letters of introduction from 
friends in common was presumptive evidence 
of his unworthiness. Besides, Cuffy had alread}^ 
informed Miss Corinne of the incivility exhib- 
ited by the caller on his arrival, and Major Rut- 
ledge had not been favorably impressed by his 
conversation. So both father and daughter were 
pre-determined that Mr. Williams should receive 
no further introductions ; the only consideration 
was how to manage without giving needless 
offense. After some conversation the matter 
was arranged and Major Rutledge returned 'to 
the sitting-room. 

” My daughter is indisposed, and asks me to 
have her excused, Mr. Williams.” 


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“ Certainly, but I ^rry.” And he kmt his 
brow, took out his watch, and arose- as if Ao 
leave. . . 1 

“ Be se^J^d, Mr., WdUan^s ;;i is .e|ii;ljf 

I haYe, sQiAieitbi^fsiness at the Court 
House. I must be 

“Then, u, ypUj^Will go. I ’ll order out your 
cortveyap^:e..%Ih the meantime, have a cigar and 
join me iij.-a smoke.” 

The Major rang for the servant, issued the 
necessary orders, and the two men lit fresh 
cigars and resumed smoking. 

” Well, Major, as I cannot see your daughter 
to-day, I believe I shall say to you what I had 
intended to .say to her.” 

“As you wish, Mr. Williams.” 

” I told you that I bought up the mortgage on 
your home.” 

” I remember that you did say something to 
that effect.” 

This response came from the Major while Mr. 
Williams was drawing a long puff from his cigar, 
preparatory to delivering himself in his most 
impressive manner. 

” Well, the debt falls due within a month and 
I thought I would do you the favor to inform 
you, so that you might be ready to meet it.” 

” Thank you. I suppose , you would not ob- 
ject to my renewing the note and extending the 


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mortgage, provided I should pay the interest in 
'* a?ft^^nce 

“ I could '134^ accept a renewal at present rate 
of interest : I can Inake more than seven per cent, 
out of my money, a^ .jf you renew at all, you 
must pay ten per cent.” 

” Ten per cent, interest ^11 soon bankrupt 
any man. I shall try to raise" the moneV to 
liquidate the debt ; should I not succeed, I shall 
have to ask a little extension of time.” 

“Very well. I had hoped to make a different 
arrangement, by which the debt could be settled 
without the payment of any money.” 

” What arrangement is that ? ” 

” Simply this. I am well off ; have a nice 
home, but I need a wife to look after things. I 
saw your daughter and liked her looks very 
much. I came to see her and hoped that she 
might agree to marry me, in which case, of 
course, I could give you. the note and mortgage 
on your place.” 

” That is sufficient, Mr. Williams. Let me 
assure you that my daughter is not for sale. If 
she wed at all, she will wed a man who is her 
equal ; she will marry for love of the man who 
seeks her — not as a means of paying off her 
father’s debts.” 

“All right, old man. I must be going. I 
thought I was doing the fair thing all around. 


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Remember”, he said as he passed put the door, 
” the note falls due fopr weeks from to-day.' 
Good-bye, sir.” 

; JV., ■ ‘ 

“Any mail, papa?;”’ came* irbm a sweet little 
voice. • And a sweet little woman advanced to 
meet her father on the steps, reached up for a 
kiss, and then escorted him into the house. 

” Yes, Corinne, I have a letter aud you have 
one, besides the papers.” 

” Let me have my letter ; we will read that 
first.” 

The two sat down in easy chairs in the library. 
Corinne opened her letter ; she glanced at the 
signature and her face flushed; she read, and 
her face crimsoned still more. 

” Why do n’t you read aloud, Corinne ? ” 

” Papa, it is an insulting letter from that man 
Williams who was here last week.” 

” Read it, dear, it may demand my personal 
attention.” 

Corinne then read aloud the following : — 

” Miss Corinne Rutledge: 

” I have not been formally introduced to you ; 
but you know who I am through your father. I 
was at your home last week and had hoped to 
meet you, but failed in my attempt. I informed 


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your father why I wished to see you, and hence 
this lette^will not be a surprise to you. Having 
seen you at church, and being struck with your 
beauty, I sought a meeting with the intention of 
presenting myself as a suitor for your heart and 
hand in marriage. ;• 

Besides other property, I have a large plan- 
tation valued at thirty thousaiVvh - dollars, on 
which is a fine old country residence. ^ I ,have 
made my mone}^ myself and am making mbT^ 
all the time ; hence I am fully able to provide 
for a family. The house and the grounds have 
gone down some for lack of a woman’s care, but 
I am sure that, with you as mistress of the 
house, the place would become beautiful and at- 
tractive. These things I offer you, if you will 
become my wife, and I think you will consider 
it no mean proposition. 

Your father and I will ^lave some business 
matters to adjust in a few weeks ; I would like 
to have an early answer from you, as your de- 
cision may influence the settlement with your 
father. 

Will you become my wife, the idol of my 
heart, the mistress of my home ? 

Very respectfully, 

George Washington Wieeiams.” 

“ What a conceited and ignorant fool ! ” ex- 
. claimed the Major. “ He deserves pity more 
than censure. I thought my verbal answer was 
sufficient, but it will take a very decided answer 
from you to stop his annoyances. 

“ Then he shall have it forthwith”, said the 


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young lady. “You read your papa, 

while I answer the coinniuaication of George 
Washington — the-father-of-his -c'ountfy Wilh 
iams.” - • : ■' ^ * ■. - . 

The Major put on-.hiSv glasses and to 

read The. Nmvs auc^<-^(l'ouri(fr. He Had not read 
long before he was interimpted by his daughter. 

“ See here, papa, how will this do? ” And she 
. read the»following : — 

“ Miss Rutledge has received the communica- 
tion of Mr. Williams and begs that he will cease 
from any further attempts at introduction or 
communication. Her father gave a very decided 
answer to the verbal 'proposition' of same purport 
as the written one just received, and she insists 
that this answer from her own pen shall be 
final.” 

“ That is all right, my daughter. Now let the 
matter rest; we will turn to more pleasant 
things.” 

“ I believe you have a letter ; let ’s read it 
now.” 

“ Certainl}'. I had almost forgotten about it.” 

With this the Major handed Corinne the letter, 
which she read aloud. It was from her younger 
sister, Florence, now at the Female Seminary in 
Charleston. The letter was full of local news 
and social events, full of affection, and the bur- 
den of it was the wish that h^r father would dis- 


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pose of his up-country property and return to 
the metropolis, where they would all find society 
so riiuch tllOre congenial. 

“That is a nice letter”, said Major Rutledge, 
as Cofinne finished fcading; ; 

“ Indeed, it is^a sweet Abtter. What do you 
think of the suggestion to retunt to Charles- 
ton?” •- 

“ I hardly know. I am not making much up • 
here. There are so many pettifoggers and 
tricksters to compete with in the law, and I can- 
not adopt their methods. I might make more 
in Charleston, on account of personal relations 
and social standing, but expenses would be 
greater there than here. Your brother George 
is in the insurance business in Charleston and 
seems to be doing well : you might write to him 
and ask what he thinks of the proposed change. 
We could not live in our old style, of course; 
but we might rent a small house and live com- 
fortably ; perhaps we could buy after a while.” 

“All right, papa; there’s the tea bell. I’ll 
write to George after tea.” 


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V. 

“ Well, Miss Florence, I suppose I shall he a 
wall flower this evening ; the debutsrite always 
eclipses her old sister.” 

“No, -no, Corinne'!' I hi?pe to shin fe,- 'but it will 
be in the reflecte^i 'Sliss Rutledge.” 

‘‘ We ^Mfi' see. But I am so glad to be back 
in Clear old Charleston that I shall not complain 
even if you do outshine me. Just to think, we 
have been here only a few weeks and represen- 
tatives from most of the old families have called 
already ! I have met quite a number of young 
men — some former acquaintances, some new ones 
— but we shall both meet many new ones to-night, 
and I know we shall find them all charming.” 

This conversation took place in the young la- 
dies’ boudoir of their new home on Wentworth 
street. George had answered Corinne’s letter, 
encouraging them to return to Charle.ston. In 
the meantime, Mr. Williams had foreclosed the 
mortgage on the up-country place, and, having 
been forced to sale in August, when money was 
scarce, the property had not brought its full 
value; so, after paying off the debt, there was 
only twelve hundred dollars left in cash. With 
this Major Rutledge had come to Charleston in 
September, and, with George’s aid, had secured 
a pleasant home and entered upon the practice 
of his profession with flattering prospects, 


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“ Miss Florr>' is des ^wiiiti take de shine off’n 
Miss Coriiiiie, sho.> de room anhseed 

’em dressin’. Der^’^r tmiipe.talki Florry 

is des de purties’ and brightes’ ieelfex^eater dat 
I eber lay eyes on. She des like her ma 'ynz 
fer de work vvdien Missis wuz young lady — her 
po’ dead ma what is now laid ’way in Magnolia 
Semperter}^ . 

“ Well, I ain ’ gwine b’lieve dat talk till I see 
fer myse’f. It’s jis oupossible fer Miss Florry 
er inybody else ter outshine my young Mistess. 
I been knowin’ Miss Corinne eber sence she 
leetle bit o’ baby wid long white close on, an’ 
she alius wuz a beaut3\ An’ she’s jis ez good ez 
she is purty ; she neber speak cross word ter me 
in her life; she good an’ ’fectionate ter eberbody. 
An’ she do set so much sto’ by her pa ; sence ok 
Missis died, young Mistess jis read ter her pa 
an’ talk ter him an’ keep up his sperits like all 
de time.” 

“ Miss Florry been off ter school so much, 
’way from home, we don’ know so much ’bout 
her ; but she suttenly am oncommon purt}". 
Come on ; we’ll go ter de ball-room an’ see de 
comp’ny come in. Ok Massa done say fer all us 
darkies ter come an’ see de dancin’. He fix seats 


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fer us out in de hall whar we can see 

Come on; mos’ time ter begin. . 

So Uncle Amos anc^his '^^fc Uttcin'd?/l^‘fl 
house and went to the’ ball'-rb^ih. • ' 

Noii^ o£ the guests had yet arrived. 
musicians had pla'ddsV' add* fcbrinne 

just theii ente.^'d'db' id-k^ a at the prep- 

arations. 

‘‘ Udbk ydiU,' Cindy, at young Mistess; ain’ 
she de plirties’ lady you eber see in yer life? 
Jts^iook at dat gorgyus yaller dress, wid de long 
train, an’ dem big red roses in her breas’! H — m ! 
Ain’ she sumpshus ! Jis look at de dimonts 
shinin’ in her hyah ! She’s jis de queen ob dis 
flo’.” 

. “ She suttenly am fine. But 3^ou des wait till 
Miss Florry come. Den you gwine talk outen 
de udder side o’ yer mouf. But hyah comes yer 
queen down dis er way. Now you can speak ter 
her.” 

As Corinne approached the door around which 
all the family negroes had gathered to witness 
the dance, she had a pleasant word an'd a smile 
for each one, and promised them all a bountiful 
repast at the close. 

“ I’ll declar’, Mistess, you’s de purties’ lady I 
eber seed.” 

” O, no. Uncle Amos. You just wait till the 
others come and you’ll change your mind. 


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Honor bright, I wish you to look carefully and 
when the guests have all gone, I want you to tell 
me who, was, the prettiest lady on the floor.” 

I will, sho’, Mistess, but I kin do dat right 

now.” . . . N . y-,.,; 

“And, Mammy”, (a4irejssing Xucinda)., “I 
wish you to observe and ti^ll me y/ho is the hand- 
somest man on the floor.” 

” All right, Chile, I’ll do des zackly lack you 
sez.” 

” I must go to the parlor now and receive the 
guests. I hope you will all have a nice time.” 

Corinne left the admiring group and went to 
the parlor where she was soon busy welcoming 
the guests and presenting them to her sister. 

The music began and the party left the parlor 
for the ball-room. 

“ Jis look at my queen”, said Uncle Amos, as 
Corinne entered on the arm of Edouard Huger. 

All the negroes joined in undertone expres- 
sions of admiration. 

” Des look at my angel”, said Lucinda, as 
Florence*came in with Eugene Michel. ” Now, 
Amos, I guess you kin see who is de purties’, 
don’ you?” 

“ Yas, I kin .see who is de purties’, an’ I bet on 
de yaller dress an’ de red roses eber time.” 

“ Den you got no gumpshun. Des look at dat 
white satin dress on my leetle angel wid de white 


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flowers pinned on close ‘by her he^J;, 
necklis an’ locket roun’ her necfc 
dem bright hazul eyes erjij^jipwj 
lashes, inakii>’ ’e^i 
See her. 

Shorter 

■^ne,"sho’ ! Dey 
de ladies roun’ 
marry ’t all — dats what 
you see bimeby. He des now 
fl^ae^h’ MTss Florry, an’ I see from his eyes he’s 
gone. She’s cotch him, sho’ ! Now dey’s ber- 
ginin’ ter dance. See him swing my leetle angel ! 
He’s mouty merticular how he do it.” 

The first dance was over and the promenading 
began. 

” Now, Amos, what yer got ter say fer yerse’f ? 
You seed ’em stan’in’ still when dey fus’ kem in, 
you seed ’em dancin’, an’ now you see ’em 
promernadin’. Which one j^ou bettin’ on now ? ” 

” De queen, ob course. Dar she come now 
promernadin’ wid Mr. Middleton. See how fine 
an’ gran’ she look! Miss Florry am suttenly 
purty, but she too leetle ter be er queen ; she do 
bery well fer er angel. But my young Mistess 
is er queen ! Ain’ I ’bout make de right calcurla- 
tion ? ” 

” I rudder be er angel den er queen.” 

“All right; den you is saterfied, an’ so is I. 
But jis look at dem folks er waltzin’ ! I ’clar’ 


24 MONEY don’ MAKE ’RISTERCRATS. 


de sweetes’ music an’ de pnrties’ 
Look at de queen ! She’s 

tl^id de hazul eyes 
is w'^5lUi^'>i’M)iii0-r'^ I tell 

you all de 
all wan’ dance wid’ 
dances ter go ’roun’. 
mouty pyeart an’ lively wid 
can’ keep he e^^es off ’n Miss Florry ; lie 
lookin’ ober dat way.” 

Thus the evening went on ; the waltzes, quad- 
rilles, and the lancers, interspersed with prome- 
nades, refreshments, and conversation, occupied 
the guests till the “wee sma’ hours.” If Amos 
and his wife were divided in opinion as to which 
of the sisters possessed the more attractions, the 
invited guests were not much more united. 


MONEY don’ make ’RISTERCRATS. 


25 


VIII. 

“How shall 1 haYe my photogiapli^thten, 
Eugene?’^" 

“ In that cloak with the inotifflon fur, by all 
nieanii'’, answered Eug^‘itbr “You know why, 
.- don’t you ? ’’ 

“Because ydii proposed to me when I had 
that on?’’ 

“’Of course. Do you remember the circum- 
stances? ’’ 

“Why, Eugene! Such a question! Indeed, 
I do remember. It was a cold but bright De- 
cember day; we had been out walking; had re- 
turned to theliouse ; you arose as if to leave, and, 

turning to look me full in the face, you said 

no, I cannot repeat it and Florence blushed 

as she recalled the words. 

“Never mind; the words are not worth re- 
peating ; I blundered so, and never did say the 
nice things I had intended — ^had intended.” 

“No, you did not blunder, Eugene; indeed, 
you did not. But, say, did I look frightened? 
It all came so sudden, and I felt so queer.” 

“Well, yes, you seemed a little agitated. When 
I first spoke, you looked up straight into my face ; 
then, while I continued my plea, you dropped, 


26 MONEY DO N’ make ’RISTERCRATS. 

your eyes and began to fumble with your gloves. 

I finished, you looked up and said but I’ll 

not r^eat^ither, as you didn’t. I shall never 
forget your expression. With head thrown back, 
and a little lo one eyes looking straight into 
mine, face wreathed in^^Hililes, yet showing sur- 
prise, perplexity and doubt, *ybTN^^nied to be 
reading me as you would a book. 
gave me no positive assurance, yet . they le'fl 
grounds for hope.” 

“Then you wish the photographer to picture 
me as a I looked that afternoon? ” 

“ Yes, as nearly as he can do so.” 

“ All right, Eugene. Now let me show you 
the wedding present I have for Corinne.” 

“ O, isn’t that beautiful ? One of the prettiest 
after-dinner sets I ever saw, and put up so hand- 
somely ! But, just to think, Florence ! Within 
a week Porcher will be a happy benedict, while 
I shall have to wait on your ladyship’s pleasure 
till next June ! ” 

“ That will not be very long. You know 
Corinne’s plans, do you ? They are to have a 
quiet home-wedding and they will occupy the 
house with papa. Corinne would never consent 
to leave papa in his old age ; she will stay with 
him and care for him so long as he lives. Mr. 
Porcher understands all this and readily accepted 
the conditions^ 


MONEY DO n’ make ’kISTERCRATS. 27 

“And what sort of conditions are you going 
to impose on me, dearie ? “ . ' 

“ None, vSave what the marriage vows / . 
“That’s kind. Would you n 
wedding, lik^^ that of your^sK.,; ) j 

“ O, no ! I wish tqj;^: V ; ' .,iichael% 

where I havf" * . . and heard the 

s 



. The plan meets my 


,f ; ir reproval.’’ 

Shall we keep house or board, Eugene?’’ 
“As you like. I have the option on a house 
just across the street, and I thought it would be 
nice to keep house and be near the others.’’ 

“ Then, we shall keep house.’ You are so 
thoughtful and so good ! ’’ 

“ It is late. I must go. Remember about the 
photographs, my Shirin. Good-bye,’’ 

“ Good-night.” 


28 MONEY don’ make ’rISTERCRATS. 

VIII. 

Uncle Amos? ” 

“ Hfevv lemme see. — You’s de darkey 

what dfiv Mr. GeoYg;e Williams to ol’ Massa’j? 
house in the np-kintry day ’bout two years 
’go, ain’ yer ? ” v- : . 

“ Percisely de same. An’ my name is Henry 
Montgomery. I see you circumnize oF frens 
better ’n de Major do. Mr. Williams meet de 
Major on de street dis mornin’, an’ de Major he 
don’ speak till Mr. Williams go up and shuck 
his hans an’ produce hiss’ef agin.” 

“ What you doin’ down hyah, iny ways? ” 

“ Well, you see, dey done put up er big cotton 
fact’ry in our county an’ Mr. Williams he puts 
de mos’ money in ob inybody ; but de udder 
men who put money in libs hyah in Char’ston, 
an’ Mr. Williams come down ter de meetin’ 
’bout de fact’ry. He sez he gwine stay er while 
ter see de city, git erquainted, an’ go in sassiety, 
ez he spec ter come down hyah heap now.” 

“ Edzackly.” 

“ Miss Corinne done marrjq an’ I hyah de 
udder young lady gwine marry ter night.” 

“ Dat ’s all de trufe.” 

“Well, I t’ink Mister Williams sorter specin’ 
de Major ter ’vite him ’roun’. ” 

“ He’s specin’ de wrong way. Ain’ I done tol’ 


MONEY DO n' make ‘rIS'TERCRATS. 


you dat our fambly don’ soshate 

name be olum disfi^’^a 4- : ••• ' * ■ 



. AYas, dat wu7 }St. Thomas Heyward ; he one 
ot^^^de 'lendetits. He ain’ got much money, 


but'li^JMue blood; mone}^ don’ count wid our 


fambly — it’s blood.” 

” Well, well, dat is sonie’in’ curus.” 

‘‘It’sjis dat er way, lack I telHyer. Money 
do n’ make ’ristercrats.” 

” Nuffin’ ter 'me, only ijeas so diffe’nt. I 
mus’ say I likes de money side.” 

“A.n’ I likes de blue blood ’ristercrats. So we 
parts right hyah, an’ we better stay ’part. I 
must be gwine, iny way, ez dey specin’ me up 
ter de house. ’ 







/ 


J^ey/Jiirlc Aiiiv. 

<^isT{w{5RfiA~]emme s^e 

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Aiurfrses&oro 

Murfreesboro, Tenne^^see. 

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% Thorough School For Boy§- 


Substantial three-story brick building ; charming cam- 
pus of sixteen acres, adorned with original forest oaks ; 
intellectual training unsurpassed ; physical culture ex- 
cellent; moral influences, the very best. 

We already have a well equipped gymnasium, and one 
of the flnest ball grounds in the State. A library, a 
reading room, and other attractions will be added soon. 

Murfreesboro is in the heart of Middle Tennessee, the 
garden spot of the Soutli. The citizens of the town and 
of the surrounding country are noted for their culture 
and refinement as well as material prosperity. The 
place has many historic associations. 

Correspondence is invited. Address 

WALTER W. BROWN, A.M., Principal, 


Murfreesboro, Tennessee. 


HOW THE VICTOR^ ms WON. 

A STORY. ' 

Bx, Walter W. Brown. < 



A p:eW notices. 


‘J How Thu Vict juy Was Wont" — '... lisisthe title of a little story 
hy iTof. Walter W. Brown.jJf*" MUnre^sboro, Tenn., a KTittloate of Fur- 
man Univers'/.y, and a na^e of Anderson county, ilr. Brown is well 
known as a writer of abijffy, and in this story lie has woven some of 
the incidents of the e, bipalgn of 1876, in which the people were led to' 
Kl‘*rious victory bjrTJen. Wade Hampton, to whom the story is dedi- 
cated. The caodpaign incidents are intersjjersed with love-making, but 
the chief interest lies in the details given of the political events of that 
noted pei^od. — Enterprise aiid AJountaineer , (ireenv .lle, S. C. 

,Tftf‘ stirring events of the Wade Hampton campaign in South Caro- 
Hlia have been made the subitect of a thrilling volume by ITof. Walter 
W. Brown, formerly of South Carolina, but now Principal of the Mur- 
freesboro (Tenn.) Academy. It gives inside history of affairs that 

have frequentlymystified persons unacquainted with the circumstances, 
and throws lig t on many subjects of interest to the general public. 

* — The Evening Herald, Atlanta, Ga. 

* ♦ A thread of love-making runs through Mr. Brown’s story, but 
the principal interest lies in the practical steps taken by “the red 
shirts ’’ to stamjtede the organized anarchy of '‘reconstruction.’’ We 
have placed before us with graphic skill the colored i)olitician, the pro- 
cession of red shirts, the moral suasion u.sed upon the colored voter, 
the wiles emi)loyed to drive the female colored intimidators from the 
polls, and the rejoicings after the vict(»ry. — The Sun, Baltimore, Md. 

o jBe narrative is seasoned with a love affair that makes it the 
more palatable. In his sketches Mr. Brown faithfully reproduces the 
negro dialect, and very charmingly paints some political events that 
are historical. — The Dresden Enterprise, Dresden, Tenn. 

i:- =:-• * q'he book is highlv interesting, and is written in an easy style 
which at once attracts tlie attention of the reader. — The Daily Hews, 
Greenville, *S. « . 

Under date of April 19, 1893, Mr. P. T. Brodie, Superintendent City 
Schools, Spartanburg, S. C., writes to the author as follows : “ <' '' * My 
hearty congraPilations for the merited success that has crowned your 
efforts as an author. You have made a valuable contribution to" the 
history of South ('arolina. 

Prof. Henry E. Chambers, of Tulane University, New Orleans, La., 
author of Hansell’s Historical Series, in a personal letter to the author 
on April 'll, 1893, says: ‘‘ I have a copy of your story, ‘How The 
Victory Wa.s Won.’ I like the local color of the story, and believe 
that all such accurate representations of events happening at a fateful 
and peculiar period of our country’s jiast will have a distinct value to 
the historian of the future. =•' 


